Hello

I’m Sarah. I’m in my very late thirties. Live in the North of Scotland with my long suffering husband g, two girls and our big daft dog.

Our life is pretty chaotic. My eldest daughter is on the autistic spectrum and this brings some ‘challenges’ into family life. My other daughter is a hooligan. She’s lovely but to describe her as a firecracker would have the firecracker advertising board demanding a retraction. The dog is a huge labradoodle who forgets that he is a 32kg dog and tries to sit on our laps and fit through the cat flap.

We had started to acclimatise to the chaos so upped the ante and relocated into a fixer upper. By fixer upper I mean a old ladyfied, minger of a house. Formica kitchen, pale blue bathroom suite, rotten utility room floor, I have bad decor bingo in the bag. My mantra at the moment is ‘that it will all be worth it’. Sometimes I even manage to convince myself.

When I’m not wandering around trying to catch bits of sodden wet plaster falling from the kitchen ceiling I work from home for small charity in an admin, finance, whatever else I can turn my hand to capacity. Way back in the mists of time before tiny dictators began ruling the minutiae of my life I was an Executive Assistant. It was actually incredibly good training for parenthood, I am adept at dealing with temper tantrums be they from toddlers, Autistic pre-teens or Sales Directors.

A big part of my motivation for becoming a PA was Bubble in Ab Fab. The other was the key to the stationery cupboard. My love of stationery endures and unfortunately has matured from post it notes and spiral bound notebooks to Korean Washi tapes and Leuchtturm dotted notebooks. It’s one of the many drains on my finances, I’m sure there will more on that later